Raised my rifle to my eye, never stopped to wonder why,
Then I saw black, and my face splashed in the sky....
....
Shelter me from the powder and the finger,
cover me with the thought that pulled the trigger.
Just think of me, as one you'd never figure,
would fade away so young,
so much left undone,
remember me to my love, I know I'll miss her.
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(I'm sort of at the Powderfinger moment in the book right now in chapter 58.)